Lyrics:
hard to believe.
But that's how it goes.
I'm burning rubber on these hoes like vogues.
Check out my style.
Baby don't stop.
If you can't call me
I'm burning rubber on these hoes like vogues.
Check out my style. Baby don't stop.
If you can't call me Short, just call me Dog.
Black is my color.
fumble
She just want to get me out her auburn
Pop up on the tag
It say collect
I say it's modern
I call collect
With my feelings on reserve
In case your
speak no English
Brodie he still on that street shit
I made a call
Might just hop in the kitchen
I know the plug
No more hoping and wishing
These niggas
the coldest clique
Call me prototype, never had a mold to fit
My clothes is dipped, my bros is lit
Only time you been sick is when the COVID hit
Better get in
Moscow, followed by English and French speech.
("The recording was made at the Moscow Theatre of Musical Miniatures.")
Now, back to modern times.
YOUR
Man, I always knew that the teacher's pet was a rat
Tell me why I'm fluent in english but I still take the class
Couple months away from being
Stockholm, a modern day city symphony
The dying Mother Nature once sang this hymn for me
It's all vanity to try and uplift the crowd
Ain't no use, no one can
English lit but I was doing truancy
Gold zip drip she's in love with the Louis V
She keeps on saying I hope you're not using me
Babe I'm legit I'm not
Man, I swear to God
I got some niggas out there in Shreveport so loyal it just don't make no fucking sense
That my nigga I call'em Blocka
That
modern life
Where you live then you die
And you just give and you try
Hope you get a new sign
And any hole inside can't be filled by nothing you buy
Where
I don't know what age it is
Better hold up inside
I don't belong
In these modern times
Let's escape the past
Dream of another
Call all
Off the rossi twisted, I'm not yo average package
Snatch it, too bad ya had to miss it, english keeps me lifted
We can take a, one good leg to kick
to Allah
I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb
But you can call me modern urban
across the Vaal, now they call it Eikenhof
Hannie Neethling lived there, the love of his life
But she was killed by the cold before she could become his
By default by design
Time after time
Maybe you earned it,
Maybe you spurned it
But you got it...
You got it
Call it attraction or charm
Sound
In the modern age where wealth prevails
The fucking rich are praised and the poor are jailed
It doesn't take much insight to see
Society is lead by
Off the rossi twisted, I'm not yo average package
Snatch it, too bad ya had to miss it, english keeps me lifted
We can take a, one good leg to kick
made on Hollis Ave
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy
Yo
From the days of arm call niggas hung around blocks and corner stores
Herringbone
against him because they’d
Say he acted
‘white’ or talked ‘white’ So there are times
When I’ll talk and you’ll hear some
Of that white -or what
People call
Nickerson
McQueen related how the project came about
"Me and my daughter were shopping in
London at Dover Street Market
And I got a phone call
From Kanye
on me
When you're ready for it
Call on me and call on me, call on me
When you're ready for it
Written by: Joshua Dunson
of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean
doing no 1on1
Yea i ain't trapping but i really get paper
Pocket watching niggas lame by nature
Took your bitch and then she named me "her savior"
I ain't
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